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Aug 11, 2014Dragonchampion posted a message on [1.6.4 Forge] Thaumic Integration! Get your ME Essentia and Thaumic TiCon Tool Modifiers!I was all excited as I read through the post... then I saw you redacted the download. Dammit. xD This would fit perfectly with my Magitech server. Well, for a good part, seems like you don't have any worldgen with this so we can just slide it in even with current 1.6.4 worlds. Thanks for that, and I eagerly await its release!Posted in: WIP Mods
Jan 15, 2014Alright, I reinstalled and it seems to work alright but I have a bit of an error. It seems to be making the changes client side, as in leaves are still there, and I can't move into the block after they "disappear", not to mention that when I relog it complete;y resets the destruction.Posted in: Minecraft Mods
Jan 15, 2014Excuse me, Cephrus? I am using it with Feed the Beast Monster, installed it and changed the block IDs so it'd work, yet when I do as you mention to begin with, unfortunately the solar apocalypse never happens. Even when I make a creative world and just spam the new day button with NEI, it doesn't work. Also, the /sapoc stage + just constantly says "Stage 0". What is wrong?Posted in: Minecraft Mods
I have tried everything ranging from changing the worldgen like stated, and also even tried the basic world and spawned in a Pandora's box, but nothing.
Apr 9, 2013Fan ing tastic. Three chapters, written out on my new computer, and then five days after I got it, BOOM. Hard drive failure. Windows 8 is gone and all of my files. My logs, my games, EVERYTHING. you, laptop. My old one at least works though... I'll have to completely restart from the point I left off.Posted in: Literature
My life sucks...
Feb 16, 2013Risugami, how does it feel to be the father of all mods? With mod packs like tekkit, feed the beast and so much more... how does it feel to not only be the first person to invent the Modloader, but also the first person to create a content mod?Posted in: Minecraft Mods
Dec 25, 2012Merry Christmas, guys. And I do have a bit of an explanation... my neighbor's dogs attacked me a few weeks back, and just a day or two ago they attacked and killed my dog. So yeah...Posted in: Literature
but don't worry. I should have a new chapter out by new year's. I have it typed up... it's all a matter of proofreading now.
EDIT: I decided to just release without the proofreading. You all have waited patiently, after all. I shouldn't make you wait any longer.
Oct 31, 2012Guh... sometimes I wonder if the universe even wants me to do stories... every time I try to get into a schedule for anything, something hits. I'm sorry to make excuse guys, but this time it was a nasty stomach virus. That, coupled with the Dead Linger release means I'll be a while, at least a week from this message, before I can get caught up on this.Posted in: Literature
Oct 6, 2012This thread will be dedicated to the revamp of my old story, Miner's Eternity. I hope you enjoy reading it, and be sure to drop a comment if you do! It's the critiques which keep me going!Posted in: Literature
Chapter I: Abyss' Beginning
The night was young, and only the wind of the night sky and the rumbling of my plane's motor accompanied me as I flew over the Florida Keys in my small one-seat aircraft.
I'd always loved flying, my aviator's license having been bestowed on my sixteenth birthday, far younger than anyone expected. I had loved the attention I got from the other pilots when I flew, and my tricks were a sight to behold as well.
But here I was, flying in the dead of night, over the Floridian keys, thanks to a bet.
It was barely a day ago that a wealthy millionaire named Mr. Persson offered a fifteen million dollar bounty for anyone that could successfully fly, during midnight on Friday the 13th, over the Bermuda triangle. It was an odd request, but hell, it was a LOT of money, and I knew I could use it.
So here I was, the only person around for hundreds of miles, flying over the gorgeous blue ocean.
The motor continued to hum as I looked around. I didn't much believe in all of that supernatural [profanity="bull[profanity="[profanity=""]"]"], but instead relied on hard facts. However, nothing could have prepared me for what would come next.
A light, brighter than anything I had ever seen, appeared on the tip of my plane's right wing. I stared at it, wondering for a few seconds what it was, then froze as I noticed something.
The engine had stopped.
The familiar puttering and humming of the motor was gone, instead replaced by the depths of silence. My heart stopped, and I saw the plane's nose begin to descend. I pulled backwards on the controls, panicking, but the light grew stronger, and the controls locked up.
Faster and faster I descended, going directly for the blue waves below. My heart thumped louder and louder, and I could feel it trying to tear itself from my chest... I could feel the panic around me as I grabbed my parachute from my chair. Strapping it on, I turned to the door.
There, before me was a face. But the face was twisted, somehow. Blocky in shape. And where its eyes would normally be, where two blowing orbs that seemed to stare straight at my soul, a sickening, disgusting gaze that sent fear to my very heart.
The strain was too much for my heart to bear. Thumping against my chest in protest, I felt my eyes grow dim as I was embraced by cold darkness.
I awoke to the chattering of birds around me. The sun shone in my eyes, even through the eyelids, and they fluttered open.
"Urgggghhh..." I said, looking around. There was something wrong, I knew, instinctively.
The trees were what tipped me off. Unlike the palms of Florida, these trees were oak, the recognizable leaves jutting out from them. Oak? In the keys? I knew that was strange as I got up.
I looked around again, searching, hoping I missed something. In the distance, I could see massive mountains, taller than I had ever seen before. That was the next warning sign. Florida, even the keys, was flat. Where was I?
I shook my head. Now wasn't the time for worry. If I truly was stranded, I'd need food, shelter, and a base camp. Looking around, I saw sticks and flint on the ground, and vines from the trees. Gathering them
quickly, I fashioned myself a very, very crude, basic ace, which I took over and started hacking at the tree. It was difficult work, especially with such a crude tool, but I managed to fell the tree, using the tool as a wedge to split the logs and carry them to the beach.
I looked over at the ocean, and something struck me as odd. The waves were crystal blue, not greenish blue as I had seen of the ocean. Acting on almost instinct, I walked over, and cupped my hands, bringing some of the water to my mouth.
it was fresh. The revelation was surprising. A freshwater sea? Where exactly was I?
Shaking my head, I decided not to worry about it. It was fresh water, and I knew i could survive off of it for now. But then, I needed food as well.
Almost on cue, I heard a moo behind me. Whipping around, I saw a small cow walk out of the forest, exploring the beach inquisitively. I looked at it for a moment, and our eyes locked. It mooed again, and turned around, walking casually away.
I charged towards the cow with my flint tool, and slashed it over the head, it sblood spilling on the ground. Using my basic knowledge of butchering, I managed to get a decent bit of meat, as well as its hide. The bones I left in the sun to bleach; I could use those later.
I started taking the logs I got earlier, and stacked them, noticing that they seemed... oddly square. They stacked easily, and when I pushed them, they didn't even look like they moved an inch. Testing a theory, I placed a log against another log. It stuck, hanging in midair by some unknown force.
"That's useful..." I said to myself, and removed the log, and started making a roof over my small hut. It was very basic, one room, but it'd work for now.
I piled up some sand to make a basic, if grainy, bed, and noticed the sun beginning to set. I quickly took some sticks and started to sue my knowledge to make a basic fire starter, placing more sticks on the ground. After a few tries, a warm, flickering fire greeted me.
I hurried into my home, hoping the fire wouldn't catch the wood ablaze. Then, something I heard sent a chill through my spine.
I whipped around, and received the horror of my live. There, in my basic house, was a member of the living dead. Rotted flesh dripped off its bones, exposing its muscle and sinew. It gazed at me with red eyes, and moved towards me.
I leapt backwards quickly on instinct and turned, running out of my basic hut and onto the beach. I ran as fast as I could, watching the zombie shamble for me. In my haste, I wasn't watching where I was going, and suddenly bumped into something... soft.
I turned around, and saw an odd, green creature staring at me. It had some sort of scowl on its face, and was... hissing at me? Confused, I took a step back. I didn't know what this creature was, but something inside of me was gripped by a terrible, unnatural fear.
The creature continued to stare at me, and I could almost see a flicker of sadness in its eyes…
But then, the hissing stopped, and it was a mere instant before it detonated violently. I remember my surprise as sand and stone whipped around me, knocking me back, and a piece of stone seemed to fly through the air, right at me.
It appeared in slow motion, descending towards me inch by inch. Unable to do anything, not even move in midair, I saw it pierce my chest, going directly through my heart with a sickening squelch.
I was dead before I hit the ground.
Chapter 2: Discoveries and Dabbling
The wind blew through my hair, and the cool sea breeze filled my nostrils...
My eyes shot open as I stood up hurriedly.
How was I awake? How was I alive?
Unfortunately, I didn’t have answers to either of those questions.
The night had given way into a glorious morning, and I couldn’t see any trace of the abominations I saw earlier. I hurried to my base; it wasn’t too far, as I had miraculously awoken only a few hundred paces from it. It was the same as I hd “left” it… with the exception of a large hole near the front, where that creature had exploded.
I sighed. I’d have to repair that damage, before I did anything else.
The repair work was monotonous, nowhere near as exciting as first building the hut. However, as I worked, I thought of several additions to my hut. I could make a bedroom, a library, and-
“Why am I thinking of all these things…? I’m only here until I get rescued, right…?”
My voice was weary, and shaken. I didn’t know if I would be found, or if this strange place was my new home…
But I knew I had to do what all humans do.
I had to adapt.
After repairing my hut, I traveled deeper into the woods, carrying a crude mace that I made with sticks and a long piece of stone. I suppose it could be considered a sword, but it wouldn’t exactly cut anything.
The forest was rather dark, but I did manage to find a small grove, with bamboo growing on one side. I walked over, remembering how people managed to turn bamboo into complex piping networks… I might even be able to make a basic bit of plumbing in my home!
I hastily used my stone “Sword” and gathered as much of the bamboo as I could. I wuickly jammed as much as I could into my pockets, even taking off my shirt and creating a crude pack with it. But I’d need-
Setting down my bamboo, I ran towards the source of the noise, and sure enough, there were several cows. They weren’t as large as normal cows, more like miniature ones, and I didn’t know much about skinning, but I did know that they were food, and skin, which I could use to make an actual pack.
Raising my sword, I brought it down on the nearest cow’s head. There was a sickening, bloody crunch as I felt its skull give way. Amazingly, the other cows didn’t seem to care about their companion’s death. I kneeled down to get working on the bloody task of skinning it with what I had, but then, something happened.
The cow’s body disappeared, transforming into a mass of glowing orbs that flew right at me before I had time to react. They seemed to… sink into my skin, and disappeared. Where the cow had just been, I could see a folded amount of leather, and three large slabs of meat, seemingly untouched by the dirt beneath them.
I was amazed, and quickly grabbed the items, not wanting to question how the world worked, and make my brain hurt even more than usual. Taking my bounty of leather, meat, and bamboo, I hurried back to my hut, and closed the door behind me.
The leather was of relatively good quality, I saw, or at least that is what it appeared like. I took the meat, and quickly put it over the fire to cook. Setting the bamboo aside for later, I took the leather, and began to work, cutting small strips to use as fasteners and straps, and using what little I knew about sewing, I managed to make a basic backpack.
It was a simple thing, with more room than I could fit in my pockets or on my belt. It’d be useful in the future, in case I found anything larger. I might even want to make a few other backpacks, in case this one became damaged.
I continued with work around the hut, and finally the sun began to set once more. I knew my mistake; I wouldn’t budge from this hut until the morning. Looking out through the small hole in the door, I saw several more of those odd green creatures… who soon saw my house and started to walk towards it.
I panicked, hurrying to the other side of the house, as far away from the door as I could. I saw the green creatures look through the hole… and stay there. Staring.
Their stare wasn’t malicious, it wasn’t even angry or despising. It was just… sadness. If I hadn’t known what happened to me yesterday, I’d have undoubtedly tried to greet the creatures. I shook my head. I wish I had a way to communicate with them… but for now, it seems, I’m trapped in my house until they leave.
I took one of the steaks, now fully cooked, and hastily tore into it. It was delicious, still having much of the juices, even though it was cooked over a fire. The green creatures continue to watch me, almost like a creeper from the real world… I decided that was what I’d call the creatures. Creepers.
I could also hear the shambling of zombies and the clacking of the skeleton’s bones… I hoped that they couldn’t get inside. I spent the rest of the night huddling close to the fire, finally drifting off to sleep, still aware of the creeper’s watchful gaze upon me…
Sep 9, 2012Well, Ghost, the problem is I want both the new AND the old to be easily readable. If I make a new thread and link to this one, people can click the link and read it, or just read the newer one. I want to avoid zipping it into an archive and having it available like that, because it's unwieldy, and annoying having to download it.Posted in: Literature
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